...I hope. we here in the upper part of the US have had the strangest weather this year. Not that it seems strange to us, since it happens every year, but to an outsider it might just appear strange. Anyway, We had the usual winter with a buttload of snow, then come early March, flooding started. As March progressed further, we got two more snowstorms, and now everything seems to be melting again. And guess what? We're supposed to get more snow this weekend.
Here is a picture of the last snowstorm's aftermath:
Pick the month you were born:
March--------I karate chopped
May----------I jumped on
July-----------I did the Macarena With
August--------I had lunch with
September----I danced with
October-------I sang to
November-----I yelled at
December-----I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
7-------my mobile phone
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
11-------my science teacher
14-------a stuffed animal
19------ - a Smurf
20-------a baseball bat
25-------a football player
30-------a homeless guy
31-------a llama What is the last number of the year you were born:
1--------- In my car
2 --------- On your car
3 ----------- In a hole
4 ----------- Under your bed
5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle
6 --------- sliding down a hill
7 --------- in an elevator
8---------- at the dinner table
9 -------- In line at the bank
0 -------- in your bathroom
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White---------because I'm cool like that
Black---------because that's how I roll.
Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.
Red-----------because the voices told me to..
Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green---------because I think I need some serious help.
Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!
Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.
Brown---------because I can.
Other----------because I'm a Ninja!
None----------because I can't control myself!
Today is Sunday. I am a Sunday school teacher (yes, despite my young age), and I teach the kindergartners of my church. I didn't agree with the whole "bible stories with a moral", so I taught my own bible lessons, teaching about the Bible, not just stories.
Anyway, Today, I decided to give a Psalm for you to read. here it is:
1Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
2But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
4The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
5Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
6For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.
Well hello there, my dear, sweet, lovely, nonexistant readers. Today is, indeed, a momentous occasion . . . sort of. Okay, not really, but I think you should probably know that "Lone Wolf" is not the only one writing on this blog anymore. I know what you're thinking. Medusa is a pretty strange name, I must admit, but my current fixation is Greek mythology, and Aphrodite doesn't quite fit (I'll let you decide why). Anyway, my future posts should have more of a point to them, and, I hope, will be more interesting. Caio for now.
I've always wanted to write a story about a Shape Shifter. A girl who can turn into a wolf. unfortunately, people would say that I copied twilight or some other stupid book. Well to tell you the truth, while most of my friends have read it and tell me about it, I hate it. I've heard about it, read a synopsis of it, and it sounds pretty disgusting. But how can I write my story about a shape shifter (no romance) without people saying that? Well, I'll give it a try, and if I am successful, I will publish it on this blog. So hopefully I am motivated enough. I love the idea of shape shifters. More so, the idea of super powers altogether!
Boy, what a lame title. But what else do you call a picture of...well, a horse? This picture is one of my worst. I am a terrible photographer, and an even worse artist. but here it is, and I hope I have not offended any horses.
As you can see by my previous posts, I am not very good at drawing. In fact, there was a time when i would have given up drawing altogether, had it not been for my friend Becca. She told me that it didn't matter what my pictures looked like, that if I liked to draw, then I should. SO my amateur art is here, exposed for all to see, and I like it that way.
So I hope you are encouraged by my example. If you are not good at drawing, that should not stop you. I draw. I am not good at drawing. does that stop me?
A popular boy in a big school
Had all he could want, but friends were not real.
The girls talked about him just cause he was hot.
But was there love there? No, love there was not.
A very shy girl who say him each day.
She wanted to talk, but what would she say?
She told herself one night "tomorrow I'll talk."
But very next day, right by him she walked.
She constantly smiled at him in the hall
and when he smiled back, her heart hit the wall.
She sent him a letter, a plain simple note.
He sent one back, and here's what he wrote:
"You're very naive to think I like you.
I've got all I want, I'm so rich and cool
Don't try talking to me, just leave me alone."
And through this small note, his true nature shone.
She cried the night through, her crush was now done.
The very next day, she felt like the sun.
She burned with anger, he was such a jerk.
She felt that her plan just had to work.
When Saturday came, she went to the mall.
Dresses and make-up: heels, big and tall.
She got a makeover, she was quite a looker.
She looked on the mirror, the change really shook her.
When Monday came 'round, she walked into school.
The boys crowded around, they said she looked cool.
She smiled when she saw him: she was quite aware,
that off down the hall, he could not help but stare.
He came up to her, but she walked away.
He called out to her, but didn't get his way.
She kept walking away, a smile on her face;
he looked after her, and then he gave chase.
Every day at school, he tried to catch her,
but she slipped away, as he stood and watched her.
Every day he tried to get her to talk,
but when he said hi, away she did walk.
Her heart was mended, her revenge clearly shone.
She did as he asked, and left him alone.
He never was happy, as shone on his face.
He looked at the ground, and gave up the chase.